Soul

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    Soul

    My soul is hidden
    Residing in warm comfortable place
    Cloaked from view
    so fragile
    Behind a steel door
    Locked from the inside
    Shut forever
    Peek in the key hole
    Try and catch a glimpse of my soul
    Wild like warm autumn winds
    Shy like a kindergarten catholic girl
    Afraid like an animal
    Fragile like grandmas blue crystal
    I give my heart freely
    You have strength
    My heart you can handle
    My soul is mine to keep
    Sheltered and Protected
    Frightened from a life time of terror
    I'll offer a glimpse every now and then
    Just to frighten you
    See the nitemare that never ends
    Does my weary soul sadden you?
    Like a funeral on rainy days?
    You can have my heart
    I give it as a gift
    My soul is mine to keep

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Domangel’s Poems (4)

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